Don’t Be So Critical of Yourself

Me at 17 on a beach trip .
Me at 17 on a beach trip .

Some of us grow up hating ourselves, criticizing ourselves for our mistakes, always trying to be perfect, never satisfied with ourselves. Then there are some who seem very confident and exhibit an air of satisfaction with themselves.

Childhood Onward

Our self view is a product of a multitude of factors. Beginning with our parents we learn that we are cute, smart, all-boy or all-girl, or funny or whatever adjective is used. From childhood onward we learn who we are and what we can do well, what our interests are, and hopefully we come to peace with ourselves as we get older. Our relationships with our parents, siblings, friends shape our self esteem.

Classmate Comparisons 

Our self image changes again when we start school. We compare ourselves to everyone around us to see if we are at least okay, normal or above or below average in looks, intelligence, or even whatever it is that gives us more attention from our classmates, parents or teachers.

As a preteen our self image is shaped by comparing ourselves to our classmates. We compare our size, development, popularity or lack thereof, our grades, and our position in the class. (Are we the class clown, brain, athlete, failure?)

We notice the clothes of the other kids from wealthier families at school and may feel inferior. Or if we are slim we may be judgmental of those who are heavier. When we hit the growth spurt about 12-18 years of age, for us girls (at least the chubby ones like myself)  chubbiness rearranges itself into boobs and hips. We learn to cope with the bodies we are given and start learning to accept them or change them if we choose to.

Peer Acceptance or Rejection

Not being athletic definitely seemed to influence my perception of myself when others chose me last for their teams in sports. The problem was partially that I was not raised in a family who was sports driven. (Sports cars maybe, but not physical sports.) We were more a bookish family and loved traveling together. The other main factor that made me a poor athlete was that I was nearsighted and needed glasses. I didn’t know it until I was 12.

I was really a nice kid, who would never do anything to hurt anyone on purpose. Since I grew up in a loving family I tried to be polite, kind, helpful and be obedient to the rules of the school. (To some I was a “Goody two shoes.” Where that expression came from I will never know!) But I was to some degree judgmental of others just as I was of myself.

One quote my father said often in reference to my own self consciousness was, “People think less about you than you think they do.” This was more easily quoted than actually helping me.

I always thought the other girls in school were prettier than I was. The cheer leaders, the popular girls, the girls who wore the cool styles, the one’s whose classwork was done more thoroughly than mine or projects were more complex, interesting, scientific or whatever than mine, or so I thought.

In high school many of us form a relationship with someone special. We may develop a whole new circle of friends. We develop new social skills and with those abilities our confidence hopefully grows.

Everyone Feels Insecure Sometime.

I have since learned that even the popular kids were self conscious about some part of their appearance or performance in sports or school. Looking back I realize that I had trapped myself in a downward spiral, even though I was proud of my good grades and my ability to get along well with others. Back then I worried a lot about what others thought about me on many levels: physically, mentally, socially, athletically, and so forth.

So at 22 years old I was 5’7″ and weighed 145 pounds. I thought I was fat! Now I look back on the pictures of me at that weight and think, “Dang! I wasn’t fat! I looked great!!” I realized how critical I had been of myself. Now I am more accepting of my body and myself. After all I don’t want to look back at myself after complaining about how I looked when I am 80 and think, “Dang, I looked great as a 66 year old woman!”

Joyful2bee MEE
Joyful2bee MEE

Self Recrimination

Have you ever stopped to wonder why you are/were so hard on yourself? What did you do to change that attitude? What helped the most? Did your lack of confidence set you up for potential abuse from friends or a spouse? Did you find that you thought of yourself as less important or less intelligent than your friends or spouse?

All of this happened to me. Because I thought less of myself, I was so impressed when someone I considered very intelligent or pretty paid me some attention. This may have been a factor to problems later for me.

Love Yourself

We need to learn to like, then love ourselves and accept ourselves as we are. When you love someone you see their faults but love them anyway. (Why can’t we be like this with ourselves?)

If you are self conscious, feel that you are too fat, too thin, too old, too whatever; Stop it!! Yes, you heard me. Just stop it!!

We are all on a journey to find ourselves, to develop our hearts and minds to the best they can be. Sometimes we don’t figure things out at the same time or even in the same way until we are older. But sooner or later we look back with regrets at our attitudes towards ourselves.

So learn to love the body, personality, abilities that you have. If you don’t like any of these then do something to change them. Don’t just hate yourself for the rest of your life. You can make your life what you want it to be within boundaries given in your situation. But you may have to go through a lot of experiences in pain and in joy to finally appreciate who you really are.

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6 thoughts on “Don’t Be So Critical of Yourself

        1. We aren’t young any more but owning our age and the wisdom we have gained gives us a beauty that many younger women don’t have. Besides I have found that love for others and a smile makes people smile back and that’s good enough for me. Lol.

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  1. AGMA, I had a good childhood and family. I guess that made me, in some ways less prepared for recognizing changes in my husband’s personality, how to deal with his anger and how to argue. But I do have a strong ability to adapt and survive. Denial helped too, until I could get my head above water enough to see what was going on. I just wished I had caught on to what was going on earlier because of the effects the stress had on my son. He had no happy childhood memories from which to give him strength. I tried to make his childhood as happy as I could. Maybe I did better than I thought I had. He is doing great and healing now, thanks to the love of his awesome wife, brother, friends and me. Everything will work out sooner or later. Hugs. And wishes for you to find peace and acceptance of yourself and be able to love, and cherish yourself.

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